Galaxy War Novels & Stories

She rose, her gaze fixed on the horizon where the city’s fires shimmered like a thousand crimson eyes. Below, Valenfort prepared for yet another war where humans, vampires, and everything in between would soon redefine what it meant to call something peace.

When they got closer, she saw the glass walls, and the name was boldly written at the top with a shiny design. “THE BRALEWOOD INVESTMENT LIMITED” in blue and white, alongside a beautifully designed logo. The gate was guarded by huge body guards and two policemen with guns. “Good morning, ma’am,” the policemen and guards greeted Sonia, saluting her as she entered. Sonia was respected at the company, she was the Chief Operating Officer. Parked outside were cars Rose had only seen in movies, she saw a clean black pagani, a white Ferrari, a limousine that was long enough to organize a party inside.

—the rhythmic, clanging anthem of the Union—and soon, the sound of hammers hitting anvils was echoing across the star-system. "We aren't building a 'Union-Empire'," Lucas reported back to Audrey. "We’re building a 'Union-Guild.' Every world is different, every species has its own 'Soot,' but they all understand the pressure-gauge. We’ve turned the galaxy into a giant 'Workshop'."

God, she bristled. “Then what does it become?” she said. I kept my gaze level, let the word out like a bullet from a precision trigger: “A war.” There was no drama in it. No raised voice, no flourish. Just the realignment of priorities. If her father believed I had orchestrated the attack.

In tactical or diplomatic cases, we are part of The Federation of Packs, a silly name if you asked me, but since you are not, I will keep that to myself. Gamma Theo hosts the Tryouts yearly, a competition to see if your warrior skills have improved. We are paired with the next class since their training is more advanced. After all, you don't want to run without learning to walk. The Tryouts will begin this year after the one thing I dread the most, The Mate Ball, which our host will play host to.

I stuttered. “Exactly. Your father’s pack is in danger. Our intelligent sources tell us that he is planning to wage a war against your father’s pack. You and I know that your father can not fight off Fenrir alone. Your father’s pack is the weakest of the four packs.” Ryker said, spitting nothing but facts. My jaw clenched. “Why would I be so sure , you are a lair Ryker. You are very cunning and manipulative. I can not place all my eggs in one basket by trusting you.

transformed. "No," Ronan said, standing up and drawing his sword, pointing it toward the crimson horizon. "That was just the skirmish. Now, the Great Lunar War begins. She has her army of shadows, but we have the light of the Moon. And this time, we aren't just defending a fortress. We’re taking back the world." Across the valley, thousands of wolves began to howl—not in fear, but in a unified, terrifying chorus of war. The era of secrets was over. The era of the sword had begun.

“If we’re just food, we’d rather be dust.” “June, don’t…” Dante gasped, voice rough as grinding stones. Leo sat beside her and took her hand. “I’m not cooking either,” he whispered. The Architects backed off. The gold masks glowed, pulsing with anger. “Fine,” the Triangle snapped. “If you won’t be the meal, you’ll be fuel for the fire.” The floor split open. Instead of a pit, it revealed the whole galaxy. June saw thousands of other “Tooth” ships, each orbiting a different planet. Every star was just another field to farm.